One thing about hanging out with Oona: I'm talking more. Whereas at work I avoided conversation like the plague -- and shut my eyes in its presence, waiting and wishing for the speaker's face to melt, or break out into open sores, or snakes, and their limbs to fall off, and their bodies to burst into flame -- now I talk all the time. I tell Oona about the weather (boo clouds!), and encourage her to poop before naptime. I point out the cats to her, because her delight in them is about the only thing keeping them from an episode of American Mysteries (title episode: Fatty and Scaredy, Two Missing Idiots). I say OhmyGoddoyouhavetocrowdmeonthebedallthetimewhenI'mtryingtoread and then push and roll her back to her own side while she laughs maniacally. We ask questions about her favourite dolls, and who that smiling baby in the mirror is. Yesterday we even talked a little politics (poor ol' Gordon Brown) and hockey (poor ol' Vancouver Canucks, about as mentally tough as a can of Zoodles). I tease, I kid, I cajole. And when she's being scratchy, or whiny, or in tears, I tell her that it will all be better in just a moment. And then it is.
C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *
Just wait till she starts talking back - then you are in trouble!Adorable pictures, I especially love the pose in the top one :)
ReplyDeleteShe is beautiful! :-) I love the top image...too cute. I must say Elle is correct with that comment. They do eventually have minds, and voices of their own (as we all do) but I enjoy that. Looks like your having a good time.
ReplyDeleteLol! Kids definitely make you live in the moment with them! They are such a nice break from the regular adult world! Though it is shocking how often poop is the topic of conversation in a non-joking manner...
ReplyDeleteLove the photos..I used to say to my 1st...say Mama, say Mama..now at age 30 he talks till my eyes glaze over..
ReplyDeleteWhat a CUTIE!
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures. She's sooooooo cute....
ReplyDeleteLittle babies must be the best listeners. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's what I need...someone to tell me it will all be better when I'm being scratchy, whiny, or in tears
ReplyDeleteShe's lovely, and you're both very lucky to be able to spend time together
Oh, and I tend to laugh maniacally too when someone pushes me back onto my side of the bed :)
that was MAGIC...... thank you! (why am I in tears)
ReplyDeletethank you.....
baaaaaaby! OH SO CUTE!!!
ReplyDeletethe first pic is the greatest!
ReplyDeleteand you look different again.
Love this! ♥
ReplyDeleteha! i love the first photo! i love all of this! fantastic!
ReplyDeleteit would be good if more babies were exposed to dads who talked, played, walked and admired them.
ReplyDeletejust keep it up during the wonderful enchanting pre-teen & teen Hell years....